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My Sister in Paris Ch. 01

By: Akireon



**Author's note: This is a work of speculative fiction, for adults only. Mostly, it was written for my entertainment. Hopefully, some of you will enjoy it as well.

It's hard to say exactly how my sister and I ended up living in that studio in Paris. As I stood over my sleeping sister, with the big bay window letting the moonlight wash through flimsy, sheer curtains to spill across Natalie and her woman lover, Claire, I tried to puzzle it out.

First, there had been the robbery. Well, before that was the trip itself. I mean, I don't know what it was that prompted me to join my sixteen-year-old sister on a tour of Europe. Natalie was convincing, when she wanted to be, and since she had raised all the money herself, I guess I thought it would be a blast. Let me tell you, shopping your way through England and half of France with an underage gay sister was somewhat less interesting than I originally imagined.

And then we met Claire. We bumped into her in a butch nightclub north of Paris. Claire was a fashionable French model, with the kinky lesbian tastes to go along with her sultry, copper hair, smoldering blue eyes, and slender, angular face. I fell in love with her almost as quickly as Natalie did. What amazes me, really, is that we weren't jealous of each other. I flirted with Claire, and so did my sister, and none of us showed the slightest concern.

But back to the robbery.

While we were sipping French liquor with Claire, someone broke into our hotel and left with most of our cash and clothes. The hotel staff claimed they knew nothing, and so kicked us out the next morning when we could not pay. That meant it had to be someone inside. Or the attendant that morning just hated Americans. Hard to say.

By the end of the day, we were huddled under a bus stop in the rain, shivering, with the same clothes we'd been wearing for two days. And guess who showed up? Claire. In a BMW. Wearing furs and I think nothing else. I swear I saw her nipples when she leaned over to open the door. The rain on the window made it hard to tell. I haven't gotten around to asking her about it yet.

Anyway, Nat and I climbed into her car and she took us to her flat down by the Thames. It was a small place, but she enjoyed it. Her walls were decorated with naked women, some paintings, some sculptures, and some enlarged photos. One picture showed a woman lying spead-eagle on a bed. The camera was about level with the woman's feet, which meant that I had a terrific view of the model's genitals. Her head was lifted, though blurred, and I guessed, from her hair and blue eyes, that it was Claire. Wow. Normally, I'd make fun of someone with a studio shot of themselves, but this was...amazing. And frankly, it really turned me on.

So, a few days after we started living with Claire, Nat told me she had gotten a job, and that we were going to move to a studio of our own. We garnished enough money right after that to call Mom and Dad, telling them that we were hanging out in Paris instead of tramping across Italy and Spain. They were surprised but not offended that we were going to be in Paris for at least the rest of the summer. Over all, it went better than I thought.

Our first priority in the studio, after a bed, was food. Nat picked out a small, low bed that was almost a futon, almost a mat, and certainly too close to the floor for my taste, but it did the job. There was only barely enough room for the two of us to sleep comfortably, but we managed. There were awkward moments, like when I woke up spooning Natalie with an erection poking her in the ass. She never said anything, so neither did I.

So, here I was, a week later, looking down on two beautiful, naked women, and trying to decide which was prettier.

Yes, I know, one of them was Natalie. But man, she was fine. I'd always known that, in spite of her baggy attire and semi-Goth styles. But seeing her naked, a sheet over one leg and Clair's hand over one breast, I faced Natalie's sensual beauty head-on, like staring down railway tracks at a rushing locomotive. I'd been feeling a little extra-horny with Claire visiting us in see-through shirts and mini-skirts that often showed her panties, but this brought me to a whole new level of arousal.

The breeze from the open window stirred chilly air through the bedroom. I watched in awe as goosebumps started on my sister's chest, traveled downward across her palm-sized breasts, traced over her ribs and tight, feminine abdomen to crest over the beautiful, shaven mound of her groin. I told myself it was wrong to drink in the sight of my naked sister like this, but I could no more turn away than I could stop lusting after women.

Or breathing.

It was then that I realized Claire was watching me. Her luscious blue eyes took in my erection pressing against my shorts. I deliberately looked from her eyes to her breasts. She was small-chested, like my sister, with the tiny, pink nipples of a teenager. I could have drooled over them, if I had not already started drooling over Natalie.

To provoke Claire's interest, I looked even lower, deliberately fascinated with her pussy. Her sex glistened in the moon-washed shadows, and I could tell she was one of those women with small lips. They barely protruded from her lean vulva. To cup her sex in my hand would have been a dream. To taste her would have been unbelievable. And I had seen her semi-naked form in magazines.

Claire's hand trailed across Natalie's stomach, reaching lower slowly, teasingly. Nat rolled her head to one side, her mouth parting in a sleep-laden breath of carnal hunger. I watched Claire's fingers creeping closer and closer to my sister's groin. Her fingertips traced where the goosebumps had gone, until her fingers stopped only an inch from where my sister's sleek, smooth clit peeked from between her vuvla, larger and slightly more enticing than Claire's tiny organ.

And then her index finger eased across the rise of my sister's pelvic mound and down into the furrow of her pussy. The finger crossed Nat's clit, eliciting a long, wavering moan, before sinking into the moist depths of Natalie's pussy. When she pulled it back, I saw that it glistened with my sister's honey.

With a sly grin, Claire sat, then got on her knees and walked across the length of the bed to me. She was almost of a height with me, and reached out with her dry hand to my shirt and pulled me to her. I couldn't resist, and neither could I look away from her small but perfect breasts. It felt so natural to reach for her tender mounds that I found my hands rising of their own accord. I caught myself, hesitant to push too far too fast, and touched her arms and shoulders instead.

Claire was having none of that. She pulled me into a kiss. Her lips tasted of sex, and I realized I was tasting my sister on her mouth. Then felt her other hand pushing down my shorts. Somehow she pushed my underwear and shorts down around my knees with one hand, in spite of the erection jutting upwards. Her hand caressed my hardness, and then I felt her smearing moisture over the tip of my dick. I sucked in a breath as the wildly erotic sensations of her slick fingers sent tremors through my thighs and along my spine. She was getting me wet with Natalie's pussy juice! Her touch was as beautiful as the rest of her.

She sat on the edge of the bed, pulling my cock to her lips. She kissed me on the sensitive head, bringing another spasm of tremors through my body. I was panting, by this time, and I gulped hard in sudden anticipation. She held the base of my prick in her fist and proceeded to kiss the rest of my cock all over. Then she started licking me. Like licking an ice cream cone, her tongue swept over my skin. My knees turned to jello as I trembled from the euphoric stimulus. Her tongue smeared through the moisture she had applied with her fingers and traced slick trails first up one side and down the other until finally she parted her lips over the tip of my cock.

As the French model sucked on the end of my dick, my eyes fell upon my sister's naked, sleeping form. It was hard for me to imagine that she had been making love to Claire only a few hours ago, and that now I was about to be making it with Claire as well. Natalie pulled one knee up some, and then let it fall out to the side, which had the effect of spreading her pussy more, and I fervently wished I could switch on a light.

By then, Claire was swishing her tongue back and forth on the underside of my cock, driving me wild. I lost my balance for a moment, my knees locked, and she had to put her hands on my ass to hold me up. As if she had planned it, her lips slipped down across the length of my cock and suddenly I was thrust into her completely. I keep my pubic hair fairly short, but still her nose was poking into my hair. I felt like I must have been in her throat, but her mouth was such a soft, comforting tunnel I couldn't imagine how she had managed it.

After a delightful moment, she released me. "You like that, American boy?" Claire said in a low, sultry voice. I could so marry her.

"Ah, yeah," I murmured. Why is it hard to talk when someone's lips are glued to your privates?

"Yes, you like that, American boy. Tell me how much you like it."

"Very much," I stuttered.

"How much? What will you give me for my service?"

"Service? I think this is a little more than a service."

She laughed. "Oh, you're making it easy for me. What, then, will you pay for this amazing service?"

As if to drive home her point, she slipped my cock back into her mouth.

"I don't know," I said after a groan. "What would you want, French girl?"

"Well," she said slowly, drawing it out, after releasing my prick. She kept me hard, and my knees wobbly, by slowly jerking me in her fist while she looked up at me. "If I were some other French girl, I'd say 'three-hundred dollars.' But, this French girl takes all sorts of other types of payment."

"Like what," I asked.

"Well," she said again, "there's this other thing you can do, that I have a hard time reaching..."

My first thought was that she wanted help with something high. Reaching? Come on. But then, I think I would have done almost anything for more of her lips over my prick.

Before I could say anything, though, she leaned back onto the bead, giving me an amazing view of her pale breasts as they shifted outward around her ribs with the new position. Her hands never left my cock, and she pulled me down towards her groin. I lowered myself to my knees, which had the effect of placing my cock-head, still guided by her hands, atop her clit. I shuddered nearly uncontrollably, but managed to suppress a loud groan that would surely have awaked Natalie. Touching Claire's sex with my prick was like a teasing slice of Heaven.

"What am I supposed to be reaching?" I asked her.

"A spot..." Her accent made the two simple words so beautiful. She eased my dick lower, down across the bump of her clit and into the slick, moist furrow of her pussy. She stroked my prick as she moved it, teasing me even more. Her skin was hot, burning, and the wetness of her pussy felt like a scalding cauldron. Why was that feeling appealing, rather than painful?

And then she was sliding my rigid shaft into her hungry snatch. The moisture from her mouth and the slick wetness already seething in her cunt made my entrance slippery and exquisitely pleasant. We did it slowly, easing my prick into her with almost agonizing patience, as if to enjoy every slipping millimeter until we went insane from lust and the bestial hungers igniting in our genitals and rising through our spines to spread through our bodies and finally explode in our brains. At least, that was how I was feeling. It wasn't that coherent, of course, at the time, but hey – hind-sight and all.

Eventually, after what seemed like an hour's worth of groaning and sighing, I was completely inside her. When my pubic bone pressed into her clit, Claire turned her head, her face contorting in that lusty way of painful pleasure only sex can bring. She sucked in a long, hissing breath, then let it all back out with a deep, throaty moan. I guessed I had done something right.

Claire looked up at me, her blue eyes like azure skies behind a storm. "That's the right place..." she whispered. "You found my itch. Please – scratch it."

What better instructions could a guy get? I pulled out of her, slowly but not like that first entrance. It was time for fucking, not teasing. Well, teasing was okay, as long as it was during the fucking. You know what I mean. It was time to get busy. So I did. I thrust back into her, then lost my balance because my boxers around my knees restricted me. Claire laughed as I slipped out of her. In my stumbling, I found my face near her hips, so I lowered my lips to her cunt. I'd never tasted pussy before, but I'd seen so much porn in my life that I knew what to do. I kissed her around her vulva, then slid my tongue into her furrow, teasing her clit before sliding lower to her hot, wet hole. I pondered the notion that my tongue was traveling where my dick had gone moments before, but decided that it wasn't that important.

So, I ate her pussy. Claire was sour and sweet at the same time, like some descriptions I'd read, but the taste was so perfect, so delightful, I found I couldn't think of much else. In moments, I had her writing maniacally, thrashing this way and that as my tongue danced over her clit and stabbed into her vagina.

"Oh, lover," Claire moaned in that delightful French accent, "do me now. Stop licking and fuck me."

Back to my knees, I put my cock-head against her succulent canal and slid into her easily. She was tight, tighter than before, as if my tongue had teased her to a new state of tension. Her pussy walls slid around my cock in sugary, velvet comfort I can relate to nothing else in my experience. There is no food, no drink, no activity or state of being that compared to how I felt pushing my dick into Claire. She was an angel descended from the starry skies to wreak bliss upon my brow.

What is there to say about this part of sex? We fucked. I went slow, then sped up. I changed the depth of my thrusts. I used long, broad strokes and bounced my groin against hers, shaking her and the entire bed. Her breasts jiggled with each of those delightful crashes, and her dancing nipples left my mouth watery. I then reduced my thrusting to a sort of grinding of my pubic bone against her clit. I reached up and touched her left breast, teasing her nipple to rigidity. She wrapped her legs around my hips and squeezed me close.

Claire's orgasm was stupendous. I'd never seen one so intense. After she wrapped her legs around me, I leaned down over her and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. As soon as my lips made contact with her small breast, she arched her back, thrusting the tip of her nipple fully into my mouth. I rubbed around the sensitive bump with my tongue, salivating over her tit like a hungry child. Between my tongue on her breast and my cock in her pussy, she had enough and came in a flood of wet syrup over my dick. As wet and slick as she was on the inside, when she came she got wetter, slicker, and if possible, even hotter on the inside. She tensed all over, like no woman I'd ever seen, and her inner muscles squeezed me like a soft fist. She broke out in a sudden sweat. One fist clenched in the sheets beside her while the other caught her other nipple and pinched it spasmodically.

"Where do you want me to come, French Girl?" I asked her when she finally began to come down from her plateau. She panted as she grinned up at me.

"Bring your dick to my mouth, American Boy," she purred.

I pulled out of her heavenly coital embrace and straddled her chest. She reached up with one hand and started stroking my wet length as I knelt atop her. My balls rasped against her sweat-sticky stomach.

Her hand was too much. The look on her face, combined with a good fuck, and then the tight but gentle squeeze of her fingers sent me over the edge. I clenched up all over much like she had, and my dick started it's own little happy dance. With every stroke of her hand, I spewed tiny clear or white drops. Some splattered across her face and neck. Some dripped across her chest. And then the thicker, syrupy globs spewed out as my hips bucked, my vision turned red and then failed completely, and my head spun as if I had been knocked for and endless arc of somersaults by a giant golfer's club. 

When finally I returned to awareness, I was still kneeling across Claire's chest, and my semen covered her breasts, her face, and drops had splattered my thighs. It was one of the messiest orgasms I'd ever had. I guess we both got off well that night. I loved the splatters of my cum over Claire's lips and chin. A puddle had gathered between her tits, and one thick, white glob encompassed her right nipple. More trailed down her chin and gathered on her neck. It was a thing of beauty, and I thanked every god and angel and spirit I could think of for allowing my participation.

And then Natalie sat up.

My Sister in Paris Ch. 02



**Author's Note: My apologies for not continuing this one sooner. I admit, I got caught up in my other series. I really like writing about Amber. Anyway, I hope you can forgive me for not going straight into the incest. I began this story as a very, very guilty tease, so it'll be a little while. My hope is to keep it as sultry and boiling-over erotic as I can until then. I hope you have as much fun reading as I did wri - oh, something gooey on the 't' key. Also, thanks to those of you who studiously corrected my poor attention to geography. A lame lapse of judgement on my part, but I admit, my mind was definitely on other details.

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I froze. My sister was sitting, naked as the day she was born, on the bed beside her lover, whom I was straddling. Claire, Natalie's French girlfriend, was covered from nose to navel with globs of my semen, and as naked as my sister. I still had my boxers clinging around one foot. I might as well have been naked too. I was, in all ways that counted.

Moonlight shown through the open bay window in Claire's bedroom, revealing our sins in all their glory. My semen was gray-white on Claire's chest and face. Her lips, red from her lipstick, shown darker in the moonlight, almost black. The purplish head of my cock was the same, darker than it should have been. The scent of our sex was strong, heady, and mixed with Claire's perfume. Natalie's face hid within the shadows of her hair. What was she thinking in that long moment of looking over me and her lover?

Guilt pummeled me. I had just fucked Claire. There was no way my sister could not be jealous over that. She must have felt like a guy who caught his girl with another man. A brother. Bah. I knew I was a bastard, then, and I tried to think of some way to make this right. But what could I do? There was no way to take back the fact that I had just given her lover a big dose of something Natalie could never give her.

"Nat," I whispered hoarsely. I expected crying. Or screaming. Or a fight.

Nat edged closer to us. She met my eyes with a blank expression until she was right beside us. Then she leaned over and kissed Claire on the lips. I blinked, then gasped, as she French kissed(no pun, damnit) Claire right through the smears of my cum. When she straightened, I could see wet globs of semen on her lips. She touched her mouth with her fingers, then licked her lips clean.

"I bet you're thirsty," she said to Claire. "Let me get you some water." And with that she climbed past me out of the bed and walked to the kitchen without bothering to gather her clothes or even a robe.

Things changed after that. We, the three of us, lived together more closely. Claire and my sister made love more often, and more openly. They would kiss and caress each other right in front of me. Right beside me. Man, it was so erotic. I longed to join them, to be a part of that wildly sinful, lesbian beauty. I stayed away, through some miracle of self-restraint, for several days. I guess I harbored fears that Natalie was angry with me, or jealous, or something. She never acted hostile, or seemed upset over the matter. In fact, since Claire also continued to have sex with me, Natalie sometimes saw us.

One example of this happened two days later while we were in the subway. Natalie, Claire, and I had been out shopping for Claire some make-up or something. To be honest, I liked her face better without the makeup, but I'm weird like that. After she refused the best offers of the retailers and stormed out of the store, Claire led my sister and I back to the subway and into the very back car. We sat down in a slump, since Claire's mood seemed to be contagious. Claire sat between Natalie and me, and as the train left the station and the lights dimmed some, she grinned at us. When I gave her a quizzical look, she glanced across the car to the only other passenger. I followed her gaze to the woman, younger than Claire, maybe as young as Nat, who watched me intently.

"American Boy," Claire whispered in my ear. The woman had dark brown hair that was fairly straight and clung to her face and neck. She had on a sheep-skin coat, a soft, white scarf and toboggan, and a short, gray mini-skirt. The only other thing I saw was her ankle-high gray leather boots. She was pretty, smiling as she watched me. Claire leaned close, nuzzling my neck and cheek before whispering in that wondrous French accent. "I think she wants to fuck you, American Boy."

I have a name. Ethan. Not that it matters. There was no way I was going to complain about the way she always teased me like that. No way.

I swallowed. Somewhere in that short span of time, Claire had gotten a hand down to my growing erection. She teased me through my jeans. My cock extended along my left leg, tight against my pants, and she traced one finger over that throbbing ridge. The stranger's eyes dropped to Claire's finger and its naughty stroking. Her lips parted, and her lower lip grazed deliciously against her perfect overbite. I swallowed again, and realized I was short of breath.

The woman across from us crossed and un-crossed her legs. I couldn't tell from the angle and the shadows white kind of panties she wore, but she certainly didn't seem to mind me checking her out. While I watched her fidget on her seat, Claire surprised me by un-zipping my fly and sliding her fingers between the parted opening. Her fingers were cool as she closed them around my erection, but instead of stroking me, as I had expected, she bent me back far enough to pull my cock out of my pants.

The stranger gasped, then let out a tiny squeal as Claire began openly stroking my hard-on. Nat leaned around Claire to see what was going on. She smiled at me, her eyes knowing, maybe even interested.

Claire looked over to the stranger. "You want some of this, Cherie?" God, but I loved that accent.

The woman in the mini looked at my cock and Claire's loving hand. She grinned at us. Her accent was thicker than Claire's, thick enough to drip French syrup. "Please, don't stop. I shouldn't, but please, you must continue."

My head rolled back as Claire started using her thumb on me. She flicked it over the soft, curl of my glans. Precum touched her skin and trailed after her, smearing when she brought her thumb back. She squeezed me, then released. She followed this up with quick jerks up and down that brought another healthy bead of precum to rise. The girl across the car glanced both ways, then hiked up the bottom of her skirt. Her pearlescent panties showed a spot of moisture between her legs. I was captivated by that spot, drawn irresistibly. Even when Claire lowered her lips and kissed my little dollop of precum, I couldn't look away as the stranger pulled the gusset of her panties aside and stroked a red, swollen slit with one manicured finger.

I breathed slow and deep; I couldn't get enough air. Claire slid her fingers up and down my shaft while kissing and nuzzling at my ear. I looked down to where her finger caressed my length. Natalie had her face against Claire's, though my sister was looking down at my cock instead of at my face. Nat's hand slid from Claire's shoulder, down her arm, onto her hand, where, without touching me, she helped Claire jack me off. Her face was only a few inches from mine. I groaned, and she turned to look at me, an eager gleam in her eye. Claire started to move, pulling her hand back, which left Nat's hand hovering over my cock for a moment. She could have pulled away too, but for a second, she closed her hand over my meat and squeezed, smiling at me.

When Natalie pulled her hand away, a small trail of slimy precum followed, clinging to her thumb. She lifted it to her lips, and for the second time, that I know of, my sister tasted my fluid.

The woman across from us slid her fingers into her sex. Man, she was hot, and I wanted to do her, then Claire, then Natalie, all in a row. She toyed with one of her nipples through her shirt, but my eyes riveted to her cunt, where her fingers continued to massage her clit between stabs into her flesh.

"She likes watching," Claire whispered in my ear as she climbed across my lap. She straddled my pelvis, and settled her glistening sex down over my cock. Panty-less beneath her skirt, she slipped me easily inside, and I was surprised at how wet she was. Without shame or embarassment, she went down on me, and fucked me in long, slow strokes that ended with her clit mashing into my jeans. I was so hard, so intent on the three women around me, I was ready to cum quickly.

I felt something change in Claire's vagina. It took me a moment only to realize that Nat was slipping her finger into Claire's ass. She was putting on a show for the other French girl, and started finger-fucking Claire as fast as Claire was humping me. Claire turned her head and looked over her shoulder.

"You like that, Cherie?" she asked, panting. "You like watching her finger in my ass while I fuck this boy?"

I had almost expected her to say something like, "You like watching me fuck this boy while his sister finger's my ass?" I expected it. How would that have worked, I wonder. The other girl was really into us as a trio. Hell, I was really into us as a trio.

Claire getting it in both holes soon had her cumming. She grunted, and leaned down over me, while fucking herself up and down faster, driving me as much as slamming her clit into the bulge of denim in the front of my jeans. Natalie's finger slipped in and out, and I could feel her. I knew she could feel me, and that combined with the rest of the whole erotic situation had me at the end too. Natalie's pinky and ring fingers lightly touched my sticky cock while she fingered Claire. I couldn't take it. I started shooting.

Claire kissed me, and I had the joy of being connected to her through my lips as well as through my cock. She continued to slam up and down on me. Nat finger-fucked her faster. I was ripping jet after jet of semen into Claire, where she loved it. I felt the thick, hot fluids ooze out of her and stream down over my balls. Claire made one extra-large bounce and I came out ofher, but just enough that instead of falling against myself, I stuck up, past her pussy, and right back into Natalie's hand. I heard a gasp, then she grabbed me, stroked me with her fingers as Claire dry-humped me a time or two. Then she withdrew, and I was left with the same hunger from before, a hunger for my sister.

The woman from across the train had cum when we did, so she got up, straightened herself a little, and walked over to us. She trailed her finger through the goo on my cock, a mixture of me and Claire both, then leaned over to kiss Claire right on the lips. They tongued for a minute, then the woman sighed.

"I have to go. I'll see you at the club, Claire." She smiled at me, felt our union again, then left the car. Natalie gave Claire a tissue, so she wouldn't leak when we left the subway. Claire cleaned herself, then licked my cock clean and tucked me back inside. I was still hard.

Two days later, Nat had gone down to the market for some sliced ham she was craving, and while she was gone, Claire decided she wanted my cock. When Natalie returned, Claire was sitting atop me while I was sitting on the couch. I tried to get up but Claire pushed me back down and continued humping my prick. I almost lost my erection, but her fervor kept me hard, while my sister carried the sack from the market into the kitchen. When Nat returned, she stopped in the center of the room and stripped off her short dress. She was naked beneath it, of course, and seeing her nudity again made my prick throb inside Claire. My sister walked up to us, behind Claire, and reached around her to cup the French woman's breasts with both hands.

Claire leaned back against Natalie, twisting her head around to kiss my sister. Their lips collided, their tongues lashing together whenever their lips parted. Nat caressed and squeezed Claire's nipples. The scene made my prick as hard as I've ever been. I was amazed I didn't cum right then. Then, to my surprise, Nat slid one hand down past Claire's navel, creeping lower and lower, until she was caressing the top of Claire's pubic bone, her fingers only an inch from my thrusting cock.

While I fought with every ounce of willpower to not ejaculate from the sight, Natalie started rubbing Claire's clit. The French woman's pussy was shaven, so I could see everything. My sister's fingers rubbed tight circles over Claire's neat, perfect clit, driving me wild with the vision and the proximity to my dick.

And then it happened. Natalie made a wider circle with her fingers and she touched the base of my cock. I gasped and started shuddering. This was even more intense than when she touched me on the subway.

"I'm gonna cum," I blurted out. I tried to push Claire up off of me. She would have none of it.

"In my belly, babe," she panted in that chic French accent of hers. It made me berserk. I thrashed like someone possessed. My balls tightened up, spreading tension across my loins, my gut, even my ass. Soon my entire body was as tense as my prick as I started spurting inside her. It was stupendous. I loved how her insides changed with my semen lining her vagina and womb. Up until then, she had been wet and slick, like water over smooth, slick rubber. Her insides were tight, don't get me wrong, but she was so slippery inside that we had very little in the way of friction. That changed only slightly when I started cumming. I could feel the thick, grainy texture blossom around my cock as I thrust up into her. It increased with each throb of my prick, each spurt filling her more. Gods how I loved that feeling.

I came forever. The moment stretched out. I spasmed again and again. Claire was screaming my name with her accent teasing my ears. Natalie rubbed Claire faster, harder, her fingers touching my cock like sweet lightning. Suddenly she grabbed my prick and started jerking me into Claire's pussy, her hand sliding up and down between us, forcing my ejaculate into her lover more and more, stretching my orgasm out more and more.

Claire came then. She doubled over my chest and stopped humping my cock, instead rutting her hips forwards and backwards over my pubic bone and Natalie's hand. As I was coming down from my orgasmic high, Claire's pussy tightened like a fist, squeezing what Natalie hadn't until my cock was milked dry. We laid there and panted for several minutes, Claire and I covered in sweat while my sister's hand was trapped on my cock by Claire's weight.

Eventually, Claire, rose up off of me. She rolled over beside me on the couch, heedless of my cum streaming from her gash and dripping across the cushions. To my surprise, Nat left her hand on my cock. I stared at her, fearful of her reaction to what had just happened. She got to her feet, pulling her fingers up along the wet length of my only slightly flaccid erection. As her fingertips drummed once in passing across the head of my prick, I throbbed back to rigidity. She giggled, then moved over to sit beside Claire. Nat offered her fingers to Claire, who licked them clean while sending me sultry looks. I realized she wanted more.

Once Natalie's fingers were clean, Claire slid over to me. Her hand went straight to my throbbing erection. It almost hurt to be so hard again so soon after cumming, but I refused to feel the pain. I groaned in sweet agony as her fingers squeezed my slick cock. I unconsciously thrust my hips forward when she started jacking me, the excessive moisture making her hand like a tight pussy.

"American Boy," she whispered in my ear.

"Yes, French Girl?"

"I think your sister may not be as wholesomely gay as we thought." Her thumb caressed the top of my dick, her fingers running over the tender area right under the head, where I twitch so when she touched me...

The thought of my sister jerking my prick into Claire made my cock swell more.

"And," Claire continued, "I think you rather enjoy that fact."

I glanced over at my sister. "Very kinky," I whispered between groans. Claire giggled.

"Yes. Kinky. I'd like to see more of it."

Nat smiled slowly, like she wasn't sure if she wanted more or not. At least she didn't look disgusted.

"You and Natalie are the two most beautiful women in the world. I think you can both have whatever you want."

"Safe answer," Nat said slowly. One side of her mouth quirked upwards in a half smile.

"But still a good answer," Claire added. She leaned over me and licked the end of my dick. "Almost as good as the taste of pussy on his cock." 

Man. Hearing those words rolling off of her French tongue almost made me cum again. She kissed the tip of my prick, then sucked the purple head between her gorgeous lips.

Claire straightened, then turned to my sister. They kissed, tonguing noisily. I imagined the flavors of my cum and Claire's pussy passing to my sister, who did not seem to mind at all. Nat squeezed one of Claire's breasts, then kissed her way down to that nipple. Claire threw her head back when Nat's tongue touched her aureole. While she pursed her lips and suckled like a babe, my sister slid that same hand down across the other woman's chest, past her navel, and down to lightly cup her groin. I watched as Nat teased Claire's clit back and forth with her middle finger. Gradually, that finger eased lower and dipped between the French girl's folds. Nat fucked the finger in and out of her lover's pussy, getting deeper and deeper with each insertion. My cum bathed her finger, frothy on the edges, smooth and creamy elsewhere.

With a sultry smile, Claire straddled Natalie's hips. The two girls continued to kiss, but now Nat was grabbing both of Claire's breasts. She played with them the same way I did, licking and sucking while she squeezed, pinched, and tugged teasingly.

Looking at me over her shoulder, Claire reached back behind herself and squeezed one ass cheek for me. "American Boy," she murmured in a throaty voice, "I want you to fuck me again."

I was a little hesitant to straddle my sister's legs, but Claire would tolerate no delays. I told myself that it couldn't be that bad for Nat; she had just jacked me into Claire's pussy, then stroked me after. It was odd, settling my naked legs around hers as Claire caught my dick in one hand and tugged me towards her pussy. Instead of making things easy for me, she kept her groin thrust down upon Natalie's abdomen, so that when she pulled my dick towards her pussy, she was so low my wet prick slid across Natalie's stomach, probably reaching her navel as I thrust between her smooth, naked skin and Claire's clit. Natalie gasped and twitched, though Claire smothered her with a wet, sloppy kiss, and I had to wonder if Claire had planned that intimate contact or not.

I pulled back to try again, and Claire pushed my cock downward, so that my dick rubbed all the way to the top of my sister's clit. Looking down at the tip of my prick, jutting from Claire's fist and mashing into Natalie's pubic bone, I realized how close we were to perfect incest, and the thought caught me even more than Natalie's hand on my meat. My breath froze in my throat. My cock surged, as if I could ejaculate right then and there. Every instinct I had pushed for me to lower my hips and drive my dick into my sister's waiting twat. Natalie stiffened, sucking in a breath, while Claire moaned slowly, sensually. I just groaned like the dog I was.

Claire pushed me back, and thrust my cock downwards even farther as she did, which dragged the underside of the head of my cock across Natalie's clit and into the wet folds of her pussy. It was my turn to suck in a heavy breath, and Natalie squealed, her hips bucking in a combination of lust and denial.

By then, Claire was pulling me back up and into the waiting wetness of her own pussy. She was hot, and it was hotter to slide Natalie's pussy juice into her on the tip of my dick. I pushed into her as far as I could go, which wasn't as far as I might have thought, with the couch, my long legs, Claire's ass-bones, and so forth.




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I humped Claire. I leaned forwards over her back, resting my cheek on her shoulder, and thrust in and out of her for all I was worth. I felt fingers massaging her clit and sometimes brushing against my cock. I figured it was Nat, since she didn't try to touch me more. It was highly erotic all the same. It was even more arousing to look down over Claire's shoulder and find Natalie's wide eyes, filled with a mixture of nervousness and lust, staring back up at me.

Somehow, Natalie and I got Claire off before I came in her pussy. I ejaculated soon after. My blood pressure spiked and my body clenched as I thrust into her again and again. Natalie smiled up at me as my face contorted and my cum spurted into Claire. Nat might have been mocking me, but her smile was warm and sincere. It was so easy to imagine, just then, that I was coming in my sister, not her lover.

Once I started to regain control of my facilities, I pulled out of Claire, who 'ooohed' and then twisted her head back to kiss me. When I straightened, my dick softening and sagging quickly after my second orgasm, I gasped when I saw my thick, milky semen drooling out of Claire's pussy to drip over Natalie's groin. My seed trailed down over her vulva, over her clit, and across her pussy in translucent, creamy glory.

Wow. My cum was on my sister's pussy. My sperm were swimming around in the entrance to her vagina.

Claire drew back, running her hands down my sister's chest, teasing her nipples, then lowering both hands to Natalie's pussy as she crouched low. Before I could even blink, she was licking at the drops of cum on Natalie's abdomen. As I watched, she cleaned my sister's skin, then moved to her pussy, where she started lapping up the hot, syrupy cum. I watched her closely, how her tongue dove deep into my sister's folds to dig out every trace of my seed.

I had to get away. My erection was rising again, painful and stiff in the wrong way. It was difficult even for one of my young years to just get back up after a second orgasm in only a few minutes. And besides, if I saw much more of this, I was going to try to fuck Natalie, and I had the distinct feeling she wasn't ready for that, so I left. I went and took a shower.

A cold shower. 



My Sister in Paris Ch. 03



**Author's Note: Thanks for all the advice, comments, suggestions, and votes.

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I woke to soft giggles.

I had been up too late again. Claire, my French lover, was due for a photo-shoot in the Riviera, one which I could not attend. That chaffed, but she made it up with a night of wild sex. Dimly - but warmly - I remembered how the insides of her ass slid around my dick, squeezing but slick from oils I had rubbed all over her.

I heard a giggle again. I tried to open my eyes, but the sunlight coming through the balcony door was too bright. Way too bright. I pulled the sheet tighter over my shoulders and tried to burrow into the warm, soft flesh in front of me.

Slowly it dawned on me that Claire was gone already. If the sun was up, she had been gone for hours. Finally, I smelled Natalie, my younger sister. Her shampoo brought the scent of fruits and the outdoors. I loved that smell. Now, her damp hair lay only inches from my face.

Nat was curled in front of me, which meant I was spooning her. I had my arms around her, the bottom one beneath her neck, the top one under her upper arm, reaching past her top breast to softly clutch at the other. Had I thought her Claire in my sleep? Why hadn't she slapped me away? If I was behind her, and the soft warmth of her body pressed against me, that meant the hot, damp flesh around my erection must have been her ass-cheeks after a shower. I felt a bit of give around my head.

I was jutting into my sister's crack, my cock twitching right at her anus.

My erection throbbed, and Natalie giggled again.

So why was she letting this persist? She had squeezed my dick for Claire a few days ago, in the wildest sex I'd ever had up until last night. Claire had paid her back by rubbing my cock in Nat's pussy and making me cum over her open sex. Most of the time, it seemed only a matter of time before Natalie and I were fucking, yet she had resisted, giving herself only to Claire.

What had changed? Had anything? Maybe it was all in my head.

Another twitch of my prick spilled slick pre-cum against her ass, and elicited yet another giggle. I snuggled closer to her back, determined to enjoy as much of this closeness as I could. Her dark hole, even without insertion, felt heavenly around my cock.

Natalie sat up. My dick slipped up through her butt-crack and onto her hip, smearing a trail of my slime. My sister looked back at me over her shoulder, grinning wickedly, then got up out of the bed.

"Where are you going?" I called after her as she left Claire's bedroom.

Natalie stuck her head back through the door.

"To the bathroom, to relieve myself, so I don't let you sodomize me."

Mmmmm. I almost ejaculated right there, hearing her say that. I sighed. So close, so sinful.

I stroked myself absently for a few minutes, until she bounded back into the room and hopped onto the bed. She was clothed, and her hair was damp, which meant I had dozed off. I didn't remember cumming, but my spend made a puddle on my hip and streamed down onto the sheet beside me.

"We need to go," Nat said, staring at my limp prick as the pearly goo trailing from the head to the puddle. She had seen it before. Hell, Claire had jerked me right on to Nat's vagina. When she looked at my withering erection, her face turned soft, still, unreadable, with her lips parted just so.

"Where? Why?"

"I have to meet someone. It's for a job. Claire set it up, so let's go."

Well, if Claire set it up...

"I suppose," I said. "Let me up, and I'll go take a shower."

"Good," she said, "because your breath smells like Claire's ass."

"You ought to know," I snapped back as she rose up onto her knees. Nat slid one finger through the semen on my hip, and lifted it to her mouth as she climbed off the bed again. I stared after her, watching the swish of her ass as she moved out of the room once more. I grabbed my newly hardened erection and followed her out and towards the bathroom.

Once cleaned up, I followed my sister down to a café, where we sat, sipping latte's.

"You're in love with Claire, aren't you?" she asked me.

I shrugged. "I love being with her, if that's what you mean. Why?"

She shrugged back. "You look really happy with her."

I squinted at her. "So do you, since we're on the subject." I thought back to her dipping her finger in my cum and tasting it. It wasn't something she had done with Claire. It was on her own. Mmmmmm.

Natalie blushed. "Does that bother you?"

I leaned in close to her. "You've seen first-hand exactly how much it bothers me."

Her blush deepened.

"Why all these questions? Is something bugging you?"

Nat tipped her head towards me, put her nose against my neck, behind my ear. "It's nothing, bro, except I wanna make sure we're cool. Claire turns me on. You turning her on turns me on even more. Her turning you on even turns me on a little. I like our setup, but I don't want you to feel forced into anything."

I was about to tell her how truly awesome I thought our arrangement, but a woman's voice interrupted us. She said, "excuse me, please," and when we looked up, we found ourselves meeting the eyes of a short, dark-skinned French girl. She might have been twenty-four, but she looked eighteen.

"Are you Natalie," she asked my sister. Her brown eyes were huge. Her nose was a little wide. A little flat. African ancestry, and cute as hell. Her lips, likewise, were thick, dark, and luscious. Her skin was a creamy brown color. I can't describe how exotic and beautiful she was. The girl wore a white blouse she had buttoned only once, right between her small but perky breasts, and a thin cotton skirt that went down lower in the back than the front. I found myself following the shallow groove from her sternum to her navel with my eyes. What would she smell like? What would she taste like?

"Yes," Nat said, and got to her feet. I joined her. "I'm Natalie, and this is..." she paused, and I could hear, 'my brother,' on the tip of her tongue. Instead, she finished with, "Jon."

The young woman smiled at me. "Jon. Like Jean, but not. I love that name."

Her accent was a little heavier than Claire's, but I found I enjoyed it all the same. Her eyes were warm, inviting, as if I could lean across the table and kiss her any time.

"I am Monique," she continued, I think more for me than Natalie. "Claire said you'd be perfect, and I can see she was right. Are you ready to go?"

"I want Jon to come with us," Nat said.

Monique eyed me up and down, then smiled wickedly at my sister. "Oh, most definitely."

Claire's friend Monique led us to a small, electric-green Citroen parked not far away. A man sat in the driver's seat. He was older, with greasy hair and a matching black mustache. Monique tried to get Natalie to sit in the front, but she would not, so the three of us crowded in the back. Once we were underway, Nat leaned her head on my shoulder.

"You make a cute couple," Monique told us. Neither of us said anything to correct her. How far would Natalie go with this game?

"Were are we going?" I asked, finally, when I could take the suspense no more.

"Claire has rented an estate for the day," Monique told us. "We'll take the pictures there."

"Pictures?"

She laughed.

Natalie leaned close to me, put her lips against my ear. My cock twitched at the subtle but erotic contact.

"Monique and I are going to pose for pictures on this country estate. Claire was supposed to do it, but she had that trip south, so I'm filling in for her."

"Filling in," I said, slowly. "As in, as a model?"

She grinned. "Sort of."

Monique leaned across Nat to put her hand on my leg. "These will be - how shall we say...erotic - pictures."

I gaped.

"Close your mouth, dear," Nat told me.

Monique grinned. "Ah, yes, your girl will be posing naked with me. What do you think of that?"

I glanced at Natalie. Six months ago, I'd have never thought I'd have seen as much of her as I have. Hell, I certainly never imagined the things we would be doing in Paris.

"So, is this for a magazine? Online?"

"Online magazine," Monique said. "Claire poses for us every few months. If your girlfriend here is as pretty under those clothes as she looks, then we'll be inviting her back as well. Can you imagine it, your very own porn-star girlfriend?"

I looked away, tried to hid a grin. If Nat wasn't going to reveal our true relationship, neither was I. I did have to wonder if that was what she was thinking about me, though.

The driver took us out of the city. As the trees grew larger and more commonplace, so too did the larger mansions and houses of the Parisian elite. I stared at the opulence we passed, ignoring the way the girls laughed, until we reached a small, quiet place near a river. The driver took a side path and drove behind a mansion, where we found a seemingly endless orchard and a section of park-like woods. Three men worked with a stand of camera equipment not too far from the river.

We got out, and one of the men came over. The driver walked around to the front of the house.

Monique spoke quickly to the guy, who I later learned was named Thomas. To me, he looked like a club hopper or a small-time gangster. I wasn't sure I liked him, but his smile was simple, quick, and his manner was efficient.

"You are filling in for Claire, yes?" he asked of Natalie. My sister gulped.

"Yes."

"Good, you have a better body for the shots we're going to do today. Claire is all chic and elegance. When she's not fucking. You, you look more apropos, yes?"

Natalie shrugged. He grinned. "The answer is 'yes', my dear. Please, I am Thomas, and you already know Monique. You are?"

"Jon," I said.

"Ah, the boyfriend. Well, we have our own guy, but you can do the part if you want. We don't care so much about the guy."

Natalie swallowed hard. "Guy?"

Monique pointed over to the staging area, where I realized there was a sleek Italian motorcycle parked. "It's a simple story. You are making out with your boyfriend on his bike, yes? I come along, sparks fly, and you left me fuck him. You don't even have to get all intimate with the other guy if you don't want to, though..."

She let it hang, but the look in her eyes as she peered down my sister's body made it clear that she'd enjoy seeing Natalie get fucked.

I was so in.

Nat, though, slid up next to me. "She does my boyfriend, does she?" Her voice sounded dangerous, but her eyes were dripping lust. I knew that look. It was the same one from the train, when she had first touched my cock.

"Is that a problem?" Thomas asked quickly, nervous.

"Not at all," Natalie said, suddenly sweet and in control. "I love watching Jon fuck. I especially love watching him with Claire."

Monique's eyes widened.

So did Thomas'.

"Claire, you say?"

Natalie grinned. "I needed a...favor...so I let her sample him. Don't tell her I said so, but it was soooo hot."

Thomas whistled, glanced my way. "You must be among the luckiest men in the world, my friend. Come, the day moves on."

Things went surprisingly quickly after that. Between Monique and Thomas, they directed Natalie and I to sit on the motorcycle as if we had just parked. I felt a little camera shy, but I was so focused on Nat's arms wrapped around my waist that it quickly passed. Thomas had a business-like but at the same time easy-going manner that I found relaxing. Natalie was nervous too, but he made light jokes that put us at ease.

Once they had the set-up with us on the bike as if we'd parked, Monique took charge.

"Put your hand on his package, dear," she said to Nat. My sister's hand snaked down to my jeans, where she brazenly cupped and lightly squeezed my manhood. I stiffened with both my cock and my spine. Natalie breathed against my neck.

"Good, stroke him a little, there, yes, we can see him getting hard through the denim. Perfect. Now, lean up, put your tits against his back. That shirt is lovely, but strain against it if you can."

I don't know what Nat was doing, but her hand never stopped on my dick. My sister was jacking me off on camera.

"All right, Jon," Monique said. "When your girlfriend gets off the bike, you back up, and take your shirt off. I want her in front of you, so you can start making out."

I wondered if Nat would balk at kissing me. It was a step further than we had gone, and yet it seemed so much less than her touching my dick. She let her fingers linker on my erection as she slid off the bike, and then helped me out of my shirt. She started kissing my chest, through my sparse hair, and my shoulders.

"Beautiful," Monique said. "I so want to do that."

Nat got back on the bike, this time across my thighs, facing me. She looked into my eyes, fully conscious of what we were doing, fully intent on seeing it through. Where was her cut-off? How much would she tolerate before she backed off? I pulled her to me, and hoped I'd find out it was father than I feared it would be.

Natalie melted to me. My sister tilted her head back. She was shorter than Claire, and kissing her, even with her on my thighs, meant I was kissing downward. She unbuttoned her shirt while we made out. Her lips never left mine. Her tongue dashed inside my mouth. Her breath filled my lungs, her short hair teased my face with every breeze. I held her with my hands on either side of her neck, kissing her as deeply as I could. I wanted her, and I think she wanted me.

"Jon," Monique snapped, and I realized she'd been calling my name for a few moments. "That's enough. Quickly, off the bike and drop your pants. Natalie, lose the bra."

I complied. Natalie stiffened. It was a moment of truth. She reached behind her and undid her clasp while I shucked my pants and boxers. I was already fully erect. Making out with my sister was definitely on my list of things to repeat in the future. Immediately, if possible. Natalie, though, held her bra over her nipples, shy and glancing with nervous eyes towards the camera men.

I got back on the bike. My sympathy for Nat's nervousness caused my cock to soften, so that my length lay stretched out over the seat. It was a weird feeling. I pulled my sister to me. She let the bra fall as I kissed her, and the cameras started clicking away again.

"That's lovely, Jon," Monique called, "but her breasts. Take her breasts."

Before I could react, Natalie caught my hands and lifted them up to her chest where she put my palms over her nipples. She squeezed, so I squeezed too. Her flesh was soft, more full and round than Claire, and her nipples rasped against my hands. I licked her mouth while she sucked on my tongue, and my cock rose up between us.

"Okay, guys," Monique laughed. I glanced over at her, and she had one hand in her skirt, fingering herself.

"Push her back over the fuel tank, Jon. She needs to lose those pants."

Smiling at Natalie, and pushed her back. She arched her back against the cold metal, then grinned at me and lifted her feet. I unsnapped her pants, then reached under her ass and pulled her pants down over her cheeks. It was a beautiful sight, watching her anus slowly slide into view, followed by the tight lips of her pussy. She turned her head away from me, her eyes distant, yet evocative. She breathed through her mouth and slid her fingers along her bare cheeks, following the motion of her pants as they progressed upwards on her thighs. When her fingertips were even with her upturned pussy, she pulled the flesh of her thighs apart, giving me a direct view of her interior folds. Her labia remained bunched together, but I loved it.

"God, she's so sexy," Monique said. I had to agree. Her feet came down on my shoulders as I tossed her jeans to one side. Only then did I realize she had been wearing no panties. Mmmm. Kinky little sister.

At that point, my erection was touching one of her ass cheeks, teasingly close to her anus. I thought back to that morning, and suppressed a grin.

"Kiss more," Monique told us. "It's about time for me to arrive."

Natalie spread her legs around me and sat up. I helped her navigate her spine over the hard fuel-tank, and she settled down over my thighs. My cock throbbed beneath her. Nestled along her pussy and the inner cheeks of her ass. I cupped her butt in my hands as she kissed me, wrapping her arms around me. I pulled her ass apart, and my cock, as if buoyant, rose into the opening around her anus.

Natalie moaned into my mouth. I released her ass, stroked her back, cupped one of her tits. She molded to me, her body soft and warm. Her lips fastened to mine, as she sucked the secrets out of my soul, and her ass clung to my dickhead possessively.

"Guys, put Jon's cock up between you. We want to see it against Natalie's belly."

Monique had moved away from us, so the photographers could capture her hips swaying as she walked up. Natalie lifted herself away from my prick enough to pull it up. Her small fingers on my erection brought a gasp, and she smiled at me. She had leaked a small puddle on the top of my cock, and the moisture trickled down to my pubic hair. Thomas had moved closer, and seemed fascinated with it.

"Perfect," he whispered as he took more pictures.

I started kissing Natalie again as she settled against me. At first, my erection throbbed against her belly, well below her navel, but as we made out, her grinding brought her closer and closer, until her pussy was pinning my erection to my lower abdomen.

"Good God," Thomas muttered.

Natalie ground against my erection, and when I glanced down, I could see that her humping had seated the bow of my cock into her folds, so that her outer labia spread around the underside of my prick while she moved. Hell, if I just turned my hips a little, I would thrust right into her. Was she as tight as Claire? Did she still have her hymen? She liked girls, so maybe it was still there. If I took her, would I break it? Did I want to break it? Did I want my little sister's cherry, or the pain it would bring?

Fuck. My little sister was humping my dick. Just a slight change, and we'd be fucking, right there on the bike, in front of four strangers. Her pussy was so slick, I was having trouble restraining myself. She glided up until her clit exploded over the top of my cock, then dropped back down, stretching her little button against my glans until it disappeared once more. A pulse of precum oozed out of me, and merged with her fluids as she came back up.

"Hey, Monique," Thomas called, "We better hurry or this guy's going to blow."

Natalie burst into laughter. I know I blushed, but I laughed too.

Monique walked up to us once we sobered. Natalie was leaning back over the gas tank again. My cock stood straight up, throbbing and gleaming from my sister's pussy juice. Nat bit her lip when she looked at my prick and the wet coating me. Monique leaned against Natalie's shoulder. The two looked at each other, stared into each other's eyes. I watched, my cock throbbing at the sudden change in sexual tension. I could watch Natalie fuck Claire for hours. Actually, I had just watched like that a couple of times. In that regard, this was little different. When their lips met, I had to look away a second to get control of my body.

Their first kiss was slow. Nat was hesitant. Monique was patient. I groaned when their lips parted but their tongues did not. Monique, her dark, cocoa skin all the more beautiful next to my sister's creamy paleness, cupped Nat's cheek in one hand and stroked her shoulder with the other. As her lips moved down to my sister's chin, her roaming hand trailed down Nat's arm, slipped inward to Nat's hip, and back up, to the side of her small, lovely breasts.

"Play with your boyfriend's cock," Monique panted, her voice dripping French honey.

Nat's hand snaked out, her fingers almost lethargic as she wrapped them around my rigid length. I took a careful breath, eager both for her touch and to prolong this intense sensation. Her thumb met her middle finger, forming a delightful ring that she used to lightly rub along the far end of my prick. Each time that little 'o' swept over my glans, my cock throbbed and I moaned.




My Sister in Paris Ch. 03



"Oh, that's lovely," Monique whispered. She kissed the side of Nat's neck while the two of them watched Nat's hand on my prick. Monique licked her way lower, lathering Nat's collarbone with her tongue, and licked her way to my sister's breast. Nat's eyes closed, her hand tightened on my prick, and her head lolled back as Monique's pink little tongue drew moist circles around Natalie's nipple. My precum drooled from the head of my cock, slipping along Nat's fingers and gliding between us. She opened her eyes again when she felt that slick moisture, and she half smiled down at my dick.

While she kissed Nat's breast and suckled her nipple, Monique slid her hand along Natalie's arm, down to my cock, and wrapped her dark fingers around the base of my prick. Natalie jerked the end of my dick, and Monique squeezed and jerked the base. She fondled my balls, rolling them in her fingers with a deft touch that teased without threatening pain. I'm pretty sensitive there, and normally don't like other people touching my sack, but she moved so gently, so gracefully with those fingers, I could only gasp in appreciation.

"Oh," Monique moaned to Natalie. "I've got to see your lips around his cock."

Those words coming from her French mouth were too much. I groaned, and looked down towards the river again. I had to distract myself, or I was going to cum already.

Natalie slid off the bike on the side opposite Monique, and lowered her face towards my dick. I watched her eyes. She watched mine. Would she do it? Could she? Monique went with her, on the opposite side, so I had two mouths moving towards my erection. I did nothing but pant and throb.

Monique pushed her grip up past Natalie's, forced my sister away. The dark-skinned girl had her thumb right on my underside, so as she stroked towards my head, she forced the precum in my dick out into a gooey drop on the tip of my dick. I heard Thomas making appreciative sounds. Natalie smiled at our partner, then looked at me as she lowered her tongue towards my cock.

My sister spread her tongue wide and slowly slid upwards along the tip of my cock, tasting my precum. Her eyes never left mine, and carried a twinkle of wicked delight. I trembled. It was so hard to not cum all over her tongue. I breathed slow and hard, and tried to focus on the river again, even as I watched Natalie's first time licking my dick.

She left her tongue out. I panted harder as she jiggled it up and down across my sensitive underside. I think my eyes rolled back in my head.

"Beautiful," Monique whispered.

Natalie smiled at her, then put her lips to the head of my dick to kiss the end. She kissed it again, and then again, each time drawing a twitch out of my erection. She giggled, and I remembered being lodged against her anus before we got out of bed that morning.

While Thomas leaned in past Monique to get a good shot of Nat's lips on my cock, my sister parted those lips just a little. My purple tip slipped between them, and instantly I felt her tongue lashing back and forth across me. It occurred to me then that Natalie sucked my cock the same way she'd suck and lick Claire's clit. I groaned, both from the realization and from her tongue dancing beneath the end of my erection. God, my sister's mouth was on my cock.

Monique moaned, and quickly unbuttoned the single button on her shirt, let it fall away, revealing her naked upper body. Her breasts were small, petite in the same way she was, with tiny little nipples, shining areoles the color of creamy coffee, and a narrow waist over wider, yet still slender hips.

"God, Monique," Thomas muttered, his voice gruff and thick with his accent. "Give me warning next time, so I can catch that."

She grinned at him, then moved around the bike to stand behind Natalie. "I can always put it back on - just for a second." With a seductive grin in my direction, she draped her small but full breasts over my sister's back, teased Nat's spine with her nipples. Natalie lowered her head to one side, closing her eyes, and moaned softly. The damp tip of my erection throbbed next to her temple, almost in her hair. When she raised her head again, her lips parted, opened around my cock, and closed on the head. I could feel her heat around me, feel her tongue, so hot and wet, moving so slightly just under me.

My cock was in my sister's mouth. I trembled. I so wanted to cum, but I was determined to see this through.

Monique reached around my sister, cupped her tits in either hand. Nat moaned into my prick, and eased her lips a little farther down over me, her tongue a little more onto the tip of my cock. She was so wet inside. I kept trying to tell myself that her mouth should not feel any different than Claire's, but I was so on edge, I couldn't convince myself. I mean, I had my dick in my sister's mouth. It felt way different. So seductive, so wicked.

Natalie gasped around my cock. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back and to one side. Her moan trembled, and when I looked further down her lovely paleness, I saw Monique's dark fingers coming up from between Natalie's thighs to rub her clitoris. My sister breathed slow and heavy, and moved one hand to my hip to brace herself, even as she started stroking me with the other. Thomas came as close as he'd been during the shoot, standing almost at my shoulder to aim his camera down on Natalie's hands, face, and along the length of her body to Monique's fingers at her pussy.

After several moments of that, Natalie looked up at me, her eyes wide and hungry. She opened her mouth and slid half my prick inside. Her tongue ran along the bottom of my cock again, and I quivered. She pulled back, leaving just my head between her lips, and then she sucked my entire length into her mouth. I gasped as I felt her warm tonsils, so soft and clutching, at the top of her throat. She swallowed around me, and I nearly lost it.

My vision blurred. I lost track of everything as my sister gave me head. Her soft mouth left slick wetness over my cock, and her lips were as fine as any pussy I'd ever had.

"Ease up, Natalie," Monique whispered. "He's in some kind of sexual torture. Let him come down a bit, so we can move on."

With a wide grin, my sister released my cock. She pushed it towards Monique, who knelt beside her and made small licks at the sides of my dick. While I stood there, astride the bike, and gasped, Natalie and Monique traded licks on my rod. Monique pulled me into her mouth while Nat kissed and sucked at the side of my cock. Then they traded, and Nat inhaled me so Monique could lick at my prick and balls. Back and forth they went until their lips met around the head of my cock. They broke off into a kiss. Their tongues merged, their lips met, and their hands continued to stroke me.

When Thomas had captured the two girls like that, Monique pushed me off the bike, and put Natalie in my place. With Nat's gorgeous thighs spread, Monique lowered her face to my sister's pussy. I moved up behind her. Monique's chocolate ass spread before me where she bent to lap at Natlie's cunt. I caressed that dark ass, pulling her soft, but muscular cheeks this way and that. My erection jutted, and the damp tip of my cock left a light smear across her skin.

"Can he put it inside me," Monique asked, her accent making her soft request all the more endearing. "We can still do this even if you don't want him inside me. We'll all understand."

Nat grinned at me, then smiled at Monique and cupped the French girl's cheek with one hand.

"Oh, I don't know, girl. What will you give me for a taste of that cock on your sweet pussy?"

I leaned forwards, nestled the underside of my prick between Monique's cheeks. She gasped.

"What do you want, beautiful?"

Natalie rolled her lead back as the other woman's tongue lapped at her clit. "I want to watch him fuck you, then I want to eat him out of you."

Monique froze. "That's the price? He cums inside, then you get your share?"

Natalie laughed. "Oh, it sounds so evil when you say it that way. Yes, that's my price for you fucking my man."

My cock throbbed, more at Natalie's words than anything else. Monique was hot, and I desperately wanted to fuck her, but that desire was but a candle's flame next to a bonfire compared to how I felt about Natalie. Every day, every instant that passed, I was a step closer to nestling my erection deep inside her. I wanted to fuck my sister. I was going to. I was going to tease her until she couldn't stand it, until she climbed atop me herself, and fucked us both senseless.

But that would be later.

"Do it," Monique whispered at me over her shoulder. Her voice was dark and fierce with hunger, her eyes wild. I guided the tip of my dick down past the sultry crinkle of her anus, down to the wet, drooling pink nestled between her labia. I teased the back of my cockhead against her clit and stroked by thrusting my hips. Monique sighed, her head shaking, and her anus clenched in response. I slid one thumb down into her crack, lightly touched her hole with the tip.

"Oh, God, you American bastard," Monique cried out as I pushed the tip of my thumb just into the crooked little lips of her ass, "just put them inside me already."

I drew back with my dick, let my head glide back up to her vagina, where her flesh opened, an angry, hungry flower. I pushed the tip inside, and Monique dropped her head. Her hair fanned across my sister's loins. Nat watched us, a half-grin on her face, and teased one of her nipples between her fingers.

"Goddamnit," Monique panted. "Put that fucking thing in me."

To be continued...



My Sister in Paris Ch. 04



**Author's Note: First, this chapter, if it can be called such, is really more a direct continuation of Part 3. While the gaps between 1 and 2 and 2 and 3 can be easily seen, this part technically should have been with the previous chapter. If you haven't read it, read that one first. The first half of this chapter probably won't make so much such if you don't.

Second, my continuing thanks for those of you who've expressed your support or opinions of my dirty little stories, and this one in particular. Jon and Natalie have been a ton of fun up 'till now, and I've got this one more little chapter before the end, one more teasing steamy to drag it out that last, nearly painful moment. Or I'm a jerk and I just like leading you on. Whatever. At any rate, I've got my ideas about how I want this one to end, but I'd like to hear your thoughts. After you finish this chapter, write me. Tell me what you think, what you want. I'm open to any details, the where, the when, who else might be there, the manner in which it happens, go for it. I'm going to try to finish the next part soon, so don't wait too long...




Her lips parted in that hungry way women have.

You know the look. You can almost feel the estrogen and endorphins spreading through her brain, injected with much the same slippery explosion of goodness as the ejaculate she craves, spilling against her insides, boiling, somehow making a fire out of so much wet tissue. You can feel that just from seeing the curl of her lips. And the look in her eye. That smoldering, bedroom twinkle that makes your heart stop for a moment because suddenly all the blood that should have been supplying your body is now racing to your genitals with ferocity of a feral snake, sliding lightning-quick to the places of your anatomy your brain, with its super-computer, biological brilliance, has determined you need it most. Forget your other organs. They can wait just a little.

I knew all of that from the look my sister gave me.

Natalie sat on the back of that sweet Italian motorcycle, naked and sweating in the dappled shade beside the small river, the bright red cycle like something out of a Japanese racing game. Her thighs spread over the rubbery seat, and the luscious Monique leaned towards my sister's shaven pubis. It was anybody's guess whether Nat was wetter from toying with me only moments ago or from the dark French girl's tongue. Natalie was gay, mostly, except it seemed for a fetish-like, wanton teasing of me. I imagined she enjoyed Monique's tongue quite a lot. But I also know that she got wet as hell from riding her pussy over my naked cock, somehow without insertion. Was it really only my self-control that had kept us from intercourse? My feeble restraint didn't seem nearly enough.

If she had given me that look earlier, while Monique directed our foreplay and Thomas closed in with his camera to catch the sprouting of my cock through the distended and oh-so-very wet channel of my sister's labia, to catch the way my erection burst past her clitoris and into the air above her shaven pubic bone, my purple head glistening with Nat's inner honey - if she had given me then the look she dropped on me once I was barely inside Monique, well, I'd have ruined the whole scene by shoving my cock inside her. She wouldn't have stopped me. Hell, I'm still amazed, thinking about her expression, that she didn't mount me herself. It was a starved, wolf-hungry burning in her eyes, and it was all for me.

Natalie hopped down from her perch on the end of the motorcycle seat by bracing her palms in front of her thighs and dismounting backwards, like a stunt horse-rider dropping backwards off her steed. In two quick steps, she moved over to where Monique still stood. The French seductress leaned against the cycle, her ass pointed back at me, with my thumb just parting her anus and the head of my cock just inside her soft, liquid-jelly-cauldron. I was only in so far because I was enjoying the string of profanity, some in English but most in French, spilling from her lips over my slow, teasing entrance into her depths. Why she didn't shove herself backwards and end the torment, I may never know or understand. Perhaps her ultimate arousal at that point was being taken by who she thought was Natalie's boyfriend, and her acting to impale herself, other than the un-ladylike pleading she directed over her shoulder, would detract from the way she had enticed me into giving my cock and its contents to her, rather than to 'my girl.'

"I want to watch him fuck you, then I want to eat him out of you." Those had been Natalie's words for us, her condition for taking Claire's place with Monique and then having me join in as the boyfriend to be shared with the dark-skinned beauty. Thomas had captured on film my making out with my sister, and then our stripping, and then our more intense foreplay, until Monique pretended to walk up, seduce Nat, and then offer herself to me.

But now Natalie had come up beside Monique, reached around that lovely, cocoa posterior to grab the French model's ass, and pulled the cheeks apart as she leaned over. My sister lowered her head to where my prick and thumb waited to fully enter Monique's holes, and set the tip of her tongue against my thumb, right on the other girl's anus. I pulled my hand back and looked towards the canopy of trees overhead. If I watched Natalie rim this girl, I was going to lose it.

I felt something on my erection, and when I again looked down, I found Natalie staring up at me, that lusty expression so prominent in her eyes, and her hand around my dick. She grinned, then watched as she started pulling me into Monique. Her fingers tightened around me, pushed me deeper, and she leaned down and lapped at Monique's chocolate rear, her tongue only an inch from the dorsal groove on my cock.

"Mmmmm," Monique breathed. "Make him fuck me, Natalie. Make your boyfriend fuck me."

Monique was quite wet too, and I got almost all the way into her before the sides of my cock started sticking to her labia. I pulled back some. To my surprise and completely delight, Nat leaned lower, spread a dollop of her own saliva across my erection with her tongue, and pushed me into our lover. I jerked my head back up, fought against my body's reaction to cum just from that one sensation. I fought it until my head hurt. My cock throbbed with the tension, with the pressure. I was ready to go over the edge, and I had no idea how I was going to fuck Monique without it ending suddenly almost before it began.

And Monique's pussy. Fuck. You expect a porn star, even one as model-fabulous as Monique, to be loose. At least a little. Lots of sex, well, you know, loose pussy. But not Monique. She was tighter than Claire. Even as wet as she was, even with the added moisture of my sister's drool coating us, it was a firm squeeze getting inside her. Her vagina held me firmly, and the closeness magnified every throb of my cock. When finally I was fully submerged, my loins seated against her ass and Natalie removing her hand from my dick but leaving her finger against Monique's ass, I simply stood and trembled, only the barest twitch away from cumming.

I had to do something. I had to hold off. Everything was too good, too hot. I had to find a way to cool down. I wanted to enjoy this, and I wanted to prolong the sudden, not-quite-sex with Natalie. I was sure I'd get more time with her later, but I needed this time to last longer. 

I pulled Monique into a more standing position and reached around to her front to cup her small, perfect breasts in my hands. Her insides shifted around my prick, but I breathed slow, careful breaths until the urge to ejaculate subsided. Barely. She bucked her hips forwards and backwards, fucking herself on me. She was too tight, felt too sweet. In desperation, I thought back to the last time my parents had yelled at me. I had quit a job my dad had worked hard to get for me, and my reasons had been selfish. Well, no, when you get called a faggot by your boss, and all his coworkers and buddies back him up, what can you do? I didn't want a fight. So I quit. And instead, I got a fight with my parents. It's a lose-lose situation. The memory bit back my lust. I sighed.

"Oh, Jon, that's perfect," Monique whispered. She turned her head back and kissed me. I thrust against her ass, let her perfect cheeks buffet my loins. Her pussy slipped around me, as tight as a fist, sweet and lovely.

Suddenly, Thomas stared at his watch.

"Okay, my friends, we're running out of time. I hate to cut you short, but we need to finish this up quickly."

Monique groaned. "Men." She looked at me over her shoulder. "This is your fault, Jon. You took too long getting inside me."

I shrugged. "I didn't know we were in a hurry."

"But you knew I was in a hurry."

Natalie watched us. Her face held a smug smirk. "So, big boy, do you think you can get that thing spraying now, or do you need a little extra help?"

She walked around behind me, reached under my arms, and took my cock in her hand. While I watched, she started jacking me into Monique. Her grip was tight, sure. Her fingers squeezed me, pushed my head in and out of Monique's opening. Once I was fucking the chocolate beauty, Nat stopped pulling me and changed to merely stroking, working her hand across my length while I was mostly out of Monique, and then just leaving her hand in place as I pushed back inside.

"God, you two are kinky," Monique breathed between pants.

Natalie grinned, then leaned around me and lowered her mouth to the darker girl's ass. Her tongue dashed over that cocoa anus, and Monique groaned. Nat's tongue slid lower, and I felt her wet tip gliding over my cock as I fucked our partner. My dick pulsed, my balls tightened. My body tensed. Air became scarce, and I panted.

I felt movement against my sack and realized Natalie was masturbating Monique at the same time. I pulled out until only the tip of my dick rested against her spread labia, which dragged the tip of my sister's tongue down onto my cockhead. She licked at the union of skin between Monique and me, curled her tongue down around the side of my cock, right against Monique's dark, yet creamy skin. Nat pushed on my ass, pushed me back in, and her tongue slipped inside the model's pussy to ride there.

"That was strange," Monique murmured, her head coming up. "I like it though. Is that your finger?"

Natalie straightened, smiled at me. I touched her breast, pulled her to me, kissed her, sucked her tongue. Monique's heady flavor coated Nat's lips, and I relished the taste of both women.

My sister broke our kiss, sighed, and grabbed my cock with her hand, let me glide through the ring of her finger and thumb as I fucked Monique.

"It's time, Jon. Cum in her pussy. Pretend it's my pussy, and let her have it. Make these picture people nuts."

She stood beside me, whispered in my ear, told me again and again how I would have to cum in her pussy when we got home. I thrust harder, faster, let Monique's insides and Natalie's sweet murmurs carry me over the edge. Natalie bit one of my nipples, and my cock swelled. It tingled across the end, tightened down my length, pulled my balls up until I thought they were going to retract. My buttocks and thighs clenched and quivered. I tipped my head back, whimpered, each dash against Monique's wet soft bringing my froth closer.

And then I was cumming. Surges of hot tension swept along my cock, dumped into Monique. She leaned back against me, letting me do all the work, and giggled as my warm, buttery cream spread between us, made her more slippery. White slime emerged around my dick, like a milk mustache, and dripped down towards her clit. Natalie squeezed my cock, murmuring her approval, and grinned at me as I began to relax. I pushed against her hand and Monique's lovely hole, savoring the decline, savoring the French girl's insides. She was not Claire, but man, she was hot. I didn't want to leave.

"Quickly, beautiful Natalie," Thomas said, all urgency. "We are almost out of time. Clean him off for us, if you will be so kind. I'll pay you both a bonus if you will martyr your tongue to the cause."

Natalie glanced his way, then grinned at me. She pushed me back, out of Monique, and bent low. Her lips went, wide around my length, not touching me, and she moved farther and farther down over me, until finally the back of her tongue brushed against my softening erection. My sister closed her mouth as if sampling fine chocolates, her eyes closed, brow tight. At her other end, Monique stroked Natalie's pussy, then drove a finger into her rear. I didn't remember seeing anything in my sister's ass before. The vision made my cock twitch, spent or not.

"Oh, that's perfect," Thomas chirped.

My sister tightened her mouth around my cock. She didn't move right away, let her mouth fill with saliva. She worked her tongue back and forth, just enough to tease me, then started to pull backwards with her lips locked around me, sealed, sucking my cum and Monique's honey off my prick. When she finally released me, clean and almost dry, she made a show of swallowing what she had taken, and her eyes never left mine.

"Now finish the deal, Natalie," Monique urged, though her voice was pleading, not commanding. "You promised."

Natalie lowered her head to Monique's hole. I backed away, both to breathe, get some space, and to allow Thomas in with his camera. Nat licked and slurped at the other girl's pussy, sucked my cum out of her in long, spidery ropes. Within moments, Monique shook, her muscles trembling as she strained against an orgasm. She released her breath in a gusty explosion, then squealed deep in her throat through the last of her climax. Natalie lifted her head, again looking at me, and patted Monique's ass.

Thomas flipped his camera off and started ordering his help around. Monique got to her feet.

"Well, my friends, I hate to fuck and run, but I have other appointments. My driver will see you home."

Before I knew it, we were clothed, bundled into that tiny car, and jetting back along the rural byways and crossing into Paris once more. Natalie held my arm, clung to me, hardly speaking until we stopped outside Claire's flat. The driver turned in his seat.

"You two Americans can come back and shoot with us any time, if you ask me." He got out and opened our door.

"Didn't he go inside?" I said when he pulled away.

Natalie shrugged. "I honestly don't remember. Come on. We need to talk about some things."

Inside, we went directly to the kitchen, where I made us icy drinks.

"I'm going to fuck you, Jon. Are you okay with that?"

Why wouldn't I be? Oh, yeah, incest. Like, I was so over that. I had an erection again already. It pushed out against my clothes. Natalie giggled.

"I didn't think you were going to have any troubles," she said. "I'm not ready just yet, though, okay. Tomorrow, or the next day. I'm close, but not quite ready."

She walked up to me, kissed my cheek, then my lips.

"It won't be long, I promise."

She hardly talked to me the rest of the day. I was angry at first. Not doing-something-stupid angry, but her long, hard, tease had worn me down. I was hungry for her. Those expressions while we did the photo-shoot. Mmmm. But her denial now pissed me off. I fumed a bit, then went out for a walk. When I returned, Claire was sitting on the couch, fully dressed but with her arms around Natalie. I felt a resurgence of my anger tinged with more than a little jealousy because Claire could fuck Natalie while I couldn't.

Maybe that's what I get for fucking my sister's girlfriend.

Claire gave me a blow-job that night, before shoeing me out of the bedroom to spend time with Natalie. Nat gave me those sultry eyes again, and leaned against my back while Claire sucked at me. With one hand she rubbed my chest. Her other hand tousled Claire's hair, pulled it away from our wet, oral union. Natalie's nipples grazed against my back, one of them brushing across my spine. Torn between the wild and sexy twirl of Claire's tongue around me, and my irritation with my girls, I came too soon, not hard enough, and felt cheated. I didn't blame them for that, but it just irked me that much more. I kissed them both goodnight and went out to watch television until I could drift off.

I woke to an incredible orgasm, and as I swam up from the twin dementias of sleep and a good cum, I found Claire leaning over me, sucking me off. She turned, my spend leaking from the corner of her mouth.

"I missed my cock, American Boy."

I loved hearing her accent, loved hearing her say, "cock." I even enjoyed that she had claimed mine as her own. I poked her naked butt with my finger.

"You weren't even gone a whole day."

"Close enough. I heard you got along famously with Monique."

"She's nice," I said.

"Really? Just nice? As nice as me?"

I groaned. "This comparison thing keeps coming up. You're terrific, Claire. Monique was awesome. Which is better?"

She pouted. "Would you ever pick her over me?"

"Only if you start being really, really mean to me."

"So then you're not going to leave us little dykie-girls for the hot-chocolate super-sex-model?" And I loved the way she included Natalie in that comment.

"No. Why would I do that?"

"Well, Monique is supposed to visit today, and she wants a piece of you again. So naughty of you to not tell her Natalie was your sister."

I swallowed. I knew Claire was okay with me and Nat fooling around. Hell, I still get the feeling Claire instigated it. I wasn't so sure about Monique.

Claire stroked my wet but limp cock, toyed with it, made me groan and squirm and rise again. "So, are you going to go home with Monique tonight?"

"No."

"Why not? Don't you like her?"

"I'd rather stay with you."

"What if I'm busy?"

I shrugged. "Do you want me to go home with her?"

"Now, I didn't say that."

"Good. Neither did I. If you fuck her, and I'm there, and you want me to do her again, great. She was nice. Hot. But if you just want me all to yourself, then fine. I'll sit in the corner and watch."

"What about Natalie?"

"What about her?"

"Are you going to fuck her too?"

"I get a strong feeling that might happen. Does it bother you?"

She laughed. "Why would the sex between my two lovers bother me?"

"We're not your only lovers, so I don't know why you'd say it that way, but still, she's my sister."

Claire climbed atop me, settled that tight, French pussy across my erection without penetration. Why was I getting so much teasing here lately?

"Treat her as nice as you treat me, American Boy, and we'll all get along great."

She ground against me as if I was only one of her sex toys. Perhaps I was.

Claire pulled herself up, almost off my prick. She loved playing like that, changing positions, teasing us both. She caught my length with one hand, stroked me twice, then set my tip against her glistening entrance. When she settled back down onto my pubis, again fully impaled, she swiveled her hips in wide circles. Guided by her motion, my cock moved deep inside her, rotating around her vagina as if stirring a cauldron. She gasped each time my cockhead passed the forwards apex, where some say you can find a woman's G-spot. Maybe that was it. Or maybe it was the way, as she ground forwards, that her clitoris mashed across the pubic hair beneath my navel.

Within just a few moments, she was panting and grinding into me. It was so hot watching her near her climax. When she started clenching those inner muscles, dropped her head back, and breathed heavy with a convulsing chest - a breathing that made her breasts jiggle and heave in alternating cycles - it took me over to the edge. Through eyes mostly closed, I saw the faintest of movements off to the side. When I glanced that way, as my cock began to throb and pulse through the beginnings of my second cum, I saw Natalie standing in the doorway. A distant window back-lit her naked form, and wide smears of glistening moisture painted the insides of her thighs. Evidently, I was not the first of Claire's sexual conquests for the day.




My Sister in Paris Ch. 04



Seeing Natalie stand there, leaned against the wall and twiddling one nipple with her fingers, drove me over the cliffs of ecstasy. I bucked. My prick tightened. Natalie grinned. Those fingers dropped to her clit, digging between the puffy outer labia. I released my first buttery discharge into Claire's hungry pussy. Natalie pulled her finger free and walked across the floor to us. I writhed, expelled more fiery semen along my shaft, and suffered a nearly painful tightening of my balls. I couldn't breathe. Each contraction of my cock spilled more of my goo inside Claire's vagina, made her insides more slippery. Each spurt brought a flash of sweet, painful ecstasy from my prick to the base of my skull. I needed air, but my lungs just kept on deflating. My vision went dark, yet I still watched Natalie take her moistened fingertip and slide it into Claire's mouth. Our French lover took that finger, sucked it deep, savored it as she rode out my eruption.

Finally, my blasting cycle wound down. I breathed, tentative and careful, like a fawn testing the ground with shaky legs. I couldn't move. I couldn't see. In my mind, I saw Natalie, first over by the door, the wet around her sex shining gold and silver from the window light. Then I saw her on the cycle from the previous day's photo shoot, staring into my eyes with that I'm-going-to-eat-you-alive expression burning through her face, searing me, igniting me. I quivered, twitched one last drop of semen into Claire, and opened my eyes again. My two women were looking down on me, smiling that satisfied smile I knew must have been on my own face.

A moment later, while I swam in that hazy euphoria after sex, Claire returned with Natalie to the bedroom. Spent, like an empty shotgun shell ejected from the firearm to rattle across the floor, oozing faint gunpowder smoke, I drifted back down into warm, penultimate sleep. I remember only one thing from before the darkness took me completely. I heard Claire in the bedroom, speaking to my sister in that lovely, enticing accent.

"Oh, yes, that's it. Eat your brother out of me. God, girl, I love it when you do that."